’ ‘Yes, I’m sorry about that,’ Gerald uttered in a rueful tone. "She's glorious!" He knew that he must hoodwink this keeneyed Scot, even as he must hoodwink everybody: publicly, the devoted husband; privately, the celibate. Unlocking several doors, he came to a dark vault, that would have rivalled the gloomiest cell in Newgate, into which he thrust Thames, and fastened the door. It is in vain to struggle against the arm of fate.
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